Far.

So close, I can feel it. So far, it breaks me.
The distance between your dream and your reality is the price of becoming.

The Story

I have known what I love since the beginning.
Before I could name it, I could feel it, this pull inside me. A vision so clear,
I could almost reach out and hold it. My eye has always been there, watching me from afar.
Waiting for me to come closer.
But knowing your path and walking it are two different things.
In my heart, I see beauty. Creation. Purpose. In my mind, I feel fire. Drive. Truth.
But, the road is brutal.
It asks for everything. Time. Sanity. Sleep. Love. Life.
and even as I stand face-to-face with my dream, I feel painfully distant. Because I have not reached it. Not yet.
“Far” captures this tension, the nearness of your calling, and the impossible cost it demands. It is not about giving up.
It is about knowing what it takes and walking anyway.

Why It Exists

This piece exists for those who can see their purpose with aching clarity but feel miles away from it. It is about longing, cost, and the quiet war between vision and reality.

Artist’s Note

I created this on one of those nights where the dream felt close enough to burn, but out of reach enough to hurt.
I do not know what I will lose on the way. But I hope, whatever it is, it is worth it and if this art finds you, maybe you have felt that too. Maybe you are walking. Maybe you are far. But not alone.